Miss Sandra Chapter 10

By NAMB

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This story is intended for adults only. It contains depictions of forced nudity, spanking, and/or sexual activity of preteen and young teen children. This is fantasy, and the author in no way endorses or practices these things on real life. If you are not of legal age in your community to read or view such material, please leave now.
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Chapter 10
-=Post-Saturday=-

We got dressed and left, leaving the two 10-year-old girls to ponder their newly-learned skills in masturbation and female domination.

“Miss Sandra?” I said.

“You may speak,” she replied, laughing as she did so.

“That was a lot of fun and all, but I …” I was hesitant to make a bold demand. “But I didn’t cum very well.” I was quick to add, “Hannah was good. She didn’t do anything wrong, but she’s just not as good as you.”

“Give her a chance. She’s just a young girl and she never did it before.”

“Oh, that’s not it at all. I think she did great for a little girl. It’s just that I …” I faltered again.

“Oh, so you’re not satisfied enough, and you want me to do the ‘real thing’ with you.”

I nodded.

Tammy looked at Spencer, “And what about you? Did Leah satisfy you enough?”

“Well, she …” He left his sentence unfinished too.

“Look, boys,” Sandra said, stopping and putting her hands on her hips in her “lecture” pose. “This is about Girl Supremacy. You boys are along for the ride. We girls are in charge, and you need to understand that we are doing you a favor by masturbating you. We don’t have to do that at all, you know.”

I was embarrassed. She was talking entirely too loud and I was afraid that people passing by might hear her. As it was anyone looking could plainly see that she was giving me a “dressing down.”

“I’m sorry.” I muttered quietly. Spencer put in his apology to his mistress too.

“I’m glad the girls left you unsatisfied. It will teach you boys a lesson. Maybe you’ll be a little more respectful when we do this again. If it weren’t for the fact that Hannah and Leah want to see you cum, you wouldn’t get to do it at all.

You’ve insulted those girls. Maybe not to their faces, but behind their backs. When we get there next Saturday, you’re going to owe the girls an apology. It better be a good one too. You got all week to work on it. And you know what happens when you have to apologize, don’t you?”

“Yes, Miss Sandra; we get spanked.”

“You got that right. We’ll start when we get to Tammy’s but that’s only because corrections in behavior should always be done on the spot. You’re lucky I don’t pull your pants down right here and do it.”

For a moment I feared that she might actually do it.

She went on, “But it’s Hannah and Leah you insulted and you owe them your apology, so when we get there next Saturday, we’re going to teach the girls how to spank you. It was only a matter of time, but we’ll just move it up on the list of things we need to teach the girls.”

I lowered my head, “Yes Miss Sandra.”

She scowled at us and then said, “You boys walk 5 paces behind Tammy and me and look at our feet at all times and keep your mouths shut until we get back to my house.”

We must have made a curious looking foursome as we walked along. The girls up front chatting away gaily and us boys trudging along behind them with heads bowed.

As I watched the girls in front of us, it gave me a chance to look at Sandra’s rear end, legs and feet. Being a typical teenaged boy, I was usually more interested in what was up front.

Sandra and Tamura were just developing in this area, but what they had was enticing enough. Hannah and Leah could have just as well been 10-year-old boys in this department. But there was no doubt that overall, they were girls, and as Sandra put it, our superiors.

I was getting hard watching the girls from behind. Sandra’s rear end was filled out a bit more than when she was a little girl. Not fat, or even plump, but her hips had pushed it out a little. It was just enough to make it look like a girl “tushie” rather than that belonging to a boy. I couldn’t explain why, but it looked sexy on her.

Her legs were shapely. It didn’t hurt that she was athletic and walked everywhere. Even Hannah and Leah had shapely legs, I guess all that swimming develops a girl in that area.

And then there were her feet. Normally she wore sneakers to keep up with her active lifestyle. However, today she was wearing the barest of sandals. I don’t know where the attraction I had for her feet suddenly came from.

I have feet too. So does everybody else. Mine don’t have pink nail polish on them. But other than that, they look almost exactly the same as Sandra’s albeit somewhat larger.

For all this business about being her boyfriend, I have never actually kissed Sandra (other than on her hand). She had given me pecks on the cheek and allowed me to do the same to her. But never a full-on, lips to lips kiss.

And now I am wondering what it would be like to kiss her on her feet. She had made us kiss the girls’ feet at Hannah’s (funny how before today it was Spencer’s house), but they were wearing their sneakers at the time.

Nonetheless, I really enjoyed doing it. I might have enjoyed it more if it weren’t for having my balls ripped off and being spanked with Tamura’s sneaker. But knowing that the girls enjoyed it, made it a very erotic experience for me.

I looked over at Tamura’s feet and felt a tingle as she marched along in her slip ons. I don’t think I could ever look at her wearing them again without thinking about how they were used to spank me.

We no sooner got to Tamura’s when Sandra announced, “OK boys, bare and prepare.” It was her standard command when a spanking was in order.

Spencer and I took off our clothes, folding them as we did and placing them on the end table in our ritualistic stripping act. I was beginning to think that maybe a pair of slip-on sneakers would be a good idea for me too as often as my clothes went off and on my body when the girls were around.

Soon, Spencer and I were standing in “position number 1” with hands laced on top of our heads. We were rarely spanked together. One boy was made to stand and watch as the other was spanked. I think the lesson was better learned this way.

Normally, we were spanked by our respective girlfriends, but the girls sometimes switched off as they did with our masturbations. Personally, I thought that Tamura was the harder spanker, but I think that was in part because I was not used to her style.

I stood there and watched as Spencer draped himself over her lap at her hand signal. Then she did something that concerned me. She reached down and picked up one of her sneakers. Heretofore, the girls only used their bare hands on us.

I remembered the feeling of those sneakers on my ass. Then, they were just swinging them playfully as part of a game. Now Spencer was positioned for a “serious” spanking. I knew that when my turn came, Sandra would borrow one of Tamura’s sneakers.

I winced as her arm came down and hit Spencer’s butt with the now dreaded “pock” sound. Spencer yelped. She had only delivered a couple of blows before the tears filled his eyes. Normally, he could hold out a lot longer.

Tamura must have noticed too. She eased up on her spanking and let him off with a lot fewer spanks than she would have normally delivered.

When he got up, his ass was very red, and there were some splotches that I knew would turn black and blue.

Then it was my turn over Sandra’s lap. She did not disappoint me; she used a sneaker too. My experience at Hannah’s did little to prepare me for the feeling of an expertly-wielded sneaker when I was in full spanking pose. It felt a lot different than her hand. It had more mass, it had more impact and although it flexed a little on contact, the surface was harder. It hurt deeper down than a spank from a delicate feminine hand.

It took Sandra only a few spanks to bring tears to my eyes. I couldn’t believe how sore I was when I was finally allowed to dismount. Normally I sort of enjoyed the stinging and the burning sensation on my butt and felt a little bit of loss when it wore off.

This was nothing like that. There was little sting and burning and a lot of deep down pain. This spanking was not going to wear off soon, and I knew that I would feel it for days as a reminder of my transgression.

Spencer and I stood side by side as the girls addressed us.

Sandra said, “Are you boys sorry for insulting our friends?”

We managed to mumble a couple of “Yes, Miss Sandra.”

Tamura added, “And what are you going to do next Saturday?”

Since she was in Spencer’s face, he answered, “Apologize to the girls.”

“That’s right. You are going to apologize to them and then they are going to spank you. Maybe we’ll teach them to use their sneakers. And then you’re going to be nice to them all day.”

Sandra completed our scolding, “You boys have become too lax. You assume too much. We are not your masturbation toys. We do that only when you behave yourselves and are good obedient boys. You do not deserve sexual satisfaction, but we give it to you only as a favor.

Your performance today was severely marred by your expectations of getting it off. You need to learn discipline. Since you are incapable of providing discipline on your own, Tammy and I will provide it for you.

We are not going to masturbate you today, or tomorrow or the next day. You are not to touch yourself. You have to learn that ejaculations are earned and not given.

If you are good boys and make the proper amends, we may consider putting you back on a masturbation schedule. In any event, I have decided that Friday masturbations are off the menu. I want you with extra cum for the girls when they play with you on Saturday.

I am not concerned if they don’t get it all out. In fact, we might teach them some of the benefits of orgasm denial. Imagine what it would be like going a whole week without cumming.

You should be grateful for whatever attention those girls – or any girl – gives you.

Now get dressed and get out of here.”

(The End)